I've always wanted to go to Memphis. I love its musical history, I love Sun Studios; I love Elvis.

It's romantic to dream about the ghosts of its past still living there in some way. You go to Memphis and soak up its fabled streetfronts; you slick back your hair and imagine you're in Elvis' footsteps, the ringing of "Mystery Train" or "Baby Let's Play House" like electricity in your ears; and just like that that there's an invisible magic…

I had no idea what to expect from a film called "Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai", let alone even taking into consideration it's directed by none other than Jim Jarmusch (seriously, what?) It's one of the weirdest, wildest, funniest, most oddly touching things I can remember seeing in a long time... Jarmusch is the master of his own irony. It takes you to such strange places!

Oh wow, just finished rewatching Paris Texas and the first thing I read about afterwards is the passing of Harry Dean Stanton. :( We were lucky to have him. I love Travis Henderson so, so much. I found such affinity and affection in every part he played, but never more than here in what he helped make one of the all time great American movies. The tenderness and love and pathos just oozed out of Harry Dean. He was a one in a million.

It's beyond heartbreaking how this was treated on release. I think it's primarily just an example of Lynch being way ahead of the curve, and thankfully its modern day re-appraisal is testimony to such. The legacy of the show itself was probably somewhat of a curse too, but then again nothing here was particularly 'new' - it had just never been shown so graphically dark, absent from the comfort of the soap opera…